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Noble Lady Reformation Guide Chapter 118: Fina (5)

Chapter 118: Fina (5)

‘Aren’t‍‌ Lady Fina and​‌​ Lord Dereck spending​‌ too much time‌ together lately…?’

Aiselin​ thought as she​ carried materials on⁠​⁠ court etiquette and‍‍‍ left the classroom⁠⁠ building.

While‌ she had been⁠⁠ absorbed in her‌‌ work, autumn had‌ suddenly settled in​‌ completely, with clear‍‍‌ blue skies and​ a pleasantly mild⁠‌​ climate.

After⁠‌⁠ the start of⁠ the semester, Baron‌‍​ Ravenclaw’s mansion had​‌‍ been full of⁠ chaos, but now​‌ the weekly schedule​‍‍ had stabilized, and​‌ a sense of‍⁠​ calm was beginning‍⁠‍ to spread among⁠⁠‌ the young ladies‍​ living their academic‍ lives.

It⁠⁠‍ was an afternoon​‌ when the weekly⁠⁠​ schedule was about⁠ to end and​⁠ rest time was⁠‍ beginning.

In‌‌ the central garden​⁠‌ of the baron’s‍ mansion, where a cool, pleasant breeze‍‌⁠ blew, many young‍‍‍ ladies were having⁠ tea or chatting.⁠

Some‍‍​ got into carriages​ to visit Ebelstein‍ Street during the‍ break, and other‍‍⁠ more diligent students‍ practiced magic on‍ their own in​​​ the training field‍‍ without taking the‌‌⁠ day off.

Before​‍⁠ she knew it,⁠⁠‍ Baron Ravenclaw’s mansion‌‍​ had grown quite⁠​⁠ large.

After‌‍‍ all, many families,​​⁠ since their daughters‍ attended there, spared​​ no expense in⁠ supporting it. Aside⁠‍ from tuition, several​⁠ wanted to use‌‍ their own funds‍ to build additional‍‌ convenience, cultural, and‌⁠‌ academic facilities for‌⁠ them.

Delbriton⁠ accepted those intentions⁠ and decided to‍ add various facilities,​ and in no​​‍ time, the baron’s‍ mansion, originally a single estate, had‌ turned into a complex with seven⁠ large buildings and‍‍‍ more than eleven⁠ auxiliary facilities, becoming​ a well-equipped place‍‍ for social exchange.‍​

If⁠‌ one were to‍‌​ ask who had⁠‌ contributed most to​‌ all of this,‌‍ without a doubt,⁠⁠⁠ it was Aiselin.​

She⁠ walked down the‌ corridor of the⁠ mansion’s main building⁠‌ with a somber⁠‌‍ expression, unaware that⁠⁠ she herself was‍​‍ already the true‍⁠ power behind the⁠‍ Ravenclaw Training Center.‍

‘Lord‌ Dereck is human​ too; he can’t​​ treat all the‌​⁠ young ladies equally.‌⁠‍ It’s only natural⁠‍ that there’s someone​ among them who‌‍ catches his affection,​‌ draws his attention,‌​ or whom he‌​‍ wants to teach‌⁠ more…’

Speaking‌⁠ of Dereck and⁠‍ Fina, their private⁠‌‌ conversations had increased‌‌ noticeably lately.

Most‌ of the time,​‍ they were about​ magic classes or‍​⁠ impressions of the‌ humanities lectures held‍​⁠ in the annex⁠ building. It was‌‍​ the sort of‍ talk a teacher‌​ would have with​⁠‌ a student, and‍ Aiselin tried not‌‍ to pay it‍​‌ too much mind.‍

However,‌‍ even if they⁠ were close, they‍‍ were too close.​

After‌‌ meals, she often​​ saw Fina leaving‍ Dereck’s office in​‌​ a hurry, or‌⁠⁠ the two of‌ them seriously discussing‍ magic in a corner of the‍⁠ training grounds. She‍ had even seen‍ her visiting Dereck’s​⁠ office late at⁠⁠ night.

At​⁠ that point, Aiselin⁠⁠ couldn’t help but‌‌ have complicated thoughts.‍⁠‌

Although​‍ it seemed impossible,‌ she couldn’t shake‌​ the idea that⁠ Dereck and Fina‍‍ might develop a relationship beyond that​ of teacher and⁠‍⁠ student.

Caught​​ up in questions‌ she couldn’t even⁠‍‍ answer herself, she‌‍ ended up burying‍ her face in‌‍ her desk.

“My‌⁠ God… what am⁠‌‌ I doing? How‍⁠⁠ undignified…”

Aiselin​​‍ quickly raised her‌⁠‍ head and adjusted‍⁠‌ her jet-black hair.‍

As​‍​ she twisted the⁠‌⁠ ends of her‍‍‍ hair, she let⁠‌ out a deep​ sigh and reflected.⁠

Fina‌ had an oddly​ captivating aura.

‘As⁠‍ a business partner,‍⁠ shouldn’t I confirm‍‍‌ this with Lord‌‌​ Dereck? If they‍⁠ end up having‍​‍ an improper relationship,‌‍ who knows what⁠​ could happen…’

But‌‍‍ thinking that way‌ also felt strange⁠ to her.

‘Improper?‌‍​ In what sense?‌​⁠ Can what Lady​ Fina and Lord​ Dereck do really‌ be considered improper?‌‌⁠ A man and‌ a woman their​ age falling in⁠⁠ love doesn’t seem​​ strange at all.‌​‌ They’re both from‌‌⁠ baronial families in‍‍ remote regions, so⁠‍ they probably have‍​ things in common,‍‍​ and their ranks‌​ are similar—there wouldn’t‌‌⁠ be any incongruity​ if they were‌ together…’

In​ truth, Aiselin came⁠‍ from the high-ranking‍ noble family Duplain,‌ several levels above⁠⁠‍ Dereck.

Of⁠⁠ course, the Duplain‍‍‌ family had recently⁠‌​ fallen into decline,‍⁠‍ and that was‌⁠ already in the​‍⁠ past, but the⁠‍⁠ saying that a noble’s wealth lasts​⁠ three generations was⁠ not false.

When‌​⁠ Dereck and Aiselin‌​ stood side by⁠ side, there was​ an obvious difference.‍‍‌

The‍⁠‍ noble hierarchy was⁠ cruel.

“…What‌​ on earth is‌ wrong with me?”‌‌

Suddenly,⁠‌ she felt a strange emptiness and​ lifted her head.‌​⁠

When⁠⁠ she looked at⁠‍ the elegant full-length‍⁠​ mirror in the‌ corner of her⁠‌ office, she didn’t‌ see the Jewel‌ of Ebelstein, the​‌ Queen of the​‍​ Rose Hall, but‍​ an ordinary woman​‌⁠ blushing for no⁠‌ reason.

Aiselin‌​⁠ Eleanor Duplain. Herself.‌⁠

“Yes,⁠ let’s stop making‍‌ ridiculous excuses that⁠‌​ don’t suit me‍ and speak honestly.​​​ Twisting things around​⁠‌ isn’t my style.”​

Grasping‍ the mirror with​​‌ both hands and⁠ exhaling, Aiselin managed⁠‍ to calm herself​‍ just barely.

Even⁠⁠​ in a cold​‌​ social world, at‍​ least when she‍⁠ was alone in⁠‍ her room, there‌ was no reason⁠‍ to lie to‌‌‍ herself.

And‍​ then came an‌⁠‍ unexpected self-questioning.

“What‌‌‌ is it that’s‌‌ bothering me so​‍ much?”

She‍‌⁠ waited a few‍ seconds before continuing.​

“No​ matter what Lady​⁠‌ Fina and Lord‌ Dereck do, it’s‍​‍ their decision—it would‌​​ be ridiculous for⁠ a third party‍​‌ to meddle in‍‍ their personal lives…⁠ So why am⁠‌ I so restless‌‌ and upset to‍​‌ the point of​‌ pacing around…?”

“…”‌

“…”‌‌

She‌‍ remained silent for‌​ a while as‌‌‌ she looked at‌‍ herself in the​ mirror.

There‌ was a girl⁠ with a completely‍⁠ red face, nervously⁠​ touching her hands.‍⁠​

“…I​⁠⁠ have no choice‍​ but to admit‍‌ it. I… I’m​⁠ jealous. Ugh…”

Leaning​ back, Aiselin fell‌⁠‍ into her chair‌​ and covered her​ face with her‍ hands. Her fingers​‍ burned from the⁠⁠ strange heat she‌ felt.

No⁠ problem can be‍‌ solved without first‌ acknowledging it.

Aiselin​​ was mature enough‌⁠⁠ not to lie⁠ to herself or⁠​‌ justify things with⁠ rationalizations.

But​‌ that didn’t mean‌‌ the problem was​ solved.

“How‍ ugly, but… I admit it… I’m‍‌​ jealous! I’m envious!”‌

For​‌ someone who had‌ been the flower⁠​‌ of House Duplain‌​‍ and the Queen‍‌ of the Rose‍​ Hall, envy was‍‌ an unknown emotion.⁠

Only⁠ Ellen, who had‍‌ always lived in​‌ her shadow, had​‌⁠ known that feeling.​‌⁠

Only​‍⁠ then did Aiselin⁠‌ feel that she‌‌​ understood a small​‍‌ part of the⁠​ emotion that had⁠‌‌ burned in Ellen’s‍‍‌ eyes.

To‌⁠‍ put it plainly—she⁠ was jealous of⁠​‌ Fina!

Although​‌⁠ she hadn’t done‍⁠‍ anything special, she‌‌‌ envied her greatly—her⁠‌ position, the fact‌‌ that she monopolized⁠​ Dereck’s attention. She‍‍ wanted to be‌​ noticed too.

And‌‌‌ by admitting it‍​ so directly, she​ felt a kind​‍ of relief spreading‍⁠‍ through her chest.⁠‍

Human⁠⁠ emotions—once acknowledged and⁠‌ released—produce a strange⁠‌‍ sense of liberation.‍‍⁠

“…Could⁠‍ I perhaps be‌‍‍ a very complicated‍‌ woman…?”

Of​‌‌ course, that self-reproach‍​ that comes afterward‌⁠ was its own​ kind of punishment.​

“Or‍‍​ maybe I’m just‍‌‌ naïve…? In moments‍ like this, do⁠ I try to⁠‍ attract attention however​‌‍ I can…? No,​​ I’m not a child throwing a tantrum! What am‌‍ I saying… how⁠​ low am I going to sink…?”‍

Aiselin‍ adjusted her hair⁠⁠ and took a deep breath for‍​ a while.

Once⁠ she calmed down​​ a bit, she​‍‍ placed a pretty‍⁠ accessory in her‍‌ hair again, sat⁠‌‍ in front of‍‍ the mirror, and‍⁠‍ straightened up with​​‍ a serene and‍ elegant air.

Now,⁠ the most renowned‌​‍ noble lady of‌​‌ the Rose Hall‍​ had returned to‌⁠‌ the mirror.

“Oh…⁠‌‌ I must focus.”‌‌

It⁠ wasn’t the time‍ to mope over‌‌ unimportant things.

Aiselin‌ was a key​ figure of the​ Ravenclaw Training Center.‍‌ By working diligently‍​ day by day,‌ the seasons had‌​ changed, and each‌⁠ day brought something⁠​ new that made​⁠‌ her feel her‍ life had meaning.‍‌‌

For‍‍‍ a fallen noblewoman,⁠ wasn’t that already‌ a great happiness?‍‍⁠

Feeling‌ envy, wanting attention—all⁠‍ of that now‍⁠ seemed pitiful. Even​⁠⁠ at that very‌‌ moment, the servants⁠ of her household,​ Diella and Leigh,‌⁠‍ were working tirelessly‌ for the family.⁠​‌

“Yes.‌‍‌ I must do⁠‌ my best too.”​⁠

Work​ had piled up‌ to the point‌​ where she could‌‌‍ only sleep two‌ or three hours‍⁠ a day.

She‌‍⁠ had maintained that‌ pace for months.​

Having​‍ so much work‍ was a blessing.​‌‍ Grateful for that⁠‌ environment, she decided⁠​ to carry out‌ her duties with​ even more determination.​‍

It​​ was then that​‍ Aiselin reaffirmed her​​⁠ resolve.

Drip.‍⁠​

“Huh…‍ what…?”

A thread of blood​​ ran from Aiselin’s​​ nose.

Startled,‌‍ she quickly grabbed​​ the handkerchief on⁠ her desk and​‌ covered her face.​⁠​

It​⁠ was more than⁠‍​ clumsiness—it was humiliation.‌ If that had⁠‍​ happened in public,‌⁠‌ her dignity would‍⁠‍ have been seriously‌‌ damaged.

Dizzy,​ she tried to​⁠ wipe away the‍​​ blood flowing from‍⁠​ her nose.

“Oh…​ no…”

Suddenly,‍ her vision clouded‌ as if a shadow covered it,⁠⁠‌ and Aiselin’s body⁠‌‌ collapsed backward.

Crash!‌‌​ Bang!

A loud noise echoed⁠ through her office,⁠‍‌ and it didn’t‌‍‌ take long for⁠‍⁠ Butler Delbritton, noticing‌⁠⁠ the unusual sound,‌​ to rush to‌‌‍ the scene.

***‌‌

A guiding spirit that‌⁠‌ emitted a faint‍​‍ glow, summoned through​ a first-class summoning‍ spell, floated at‌​ the tip of​​‍ Dereck’s fingers.

Among‍‌ summoning spells, which‌ are divided into⁠‌ biological and non-biological,⁠​ this particular one​⁠ was uniquely classified⁠ as non-biological.

Was‍ it because the‌ fairy did not⁠​‍ communicate, had no​‍​ consciousness, and moved​ only by following‍​‌ commands that it⁠ wasn’t considered a living being?

In​‍​ fact, the fairy⁠⁠‌ summoned by that​‍ spell followed the‍⁠⁠ summoner’s orders completely‍ mechanically, without making⁠‌​ any judgment.

It‌‍ could do nothing‌​ more than trace​‌‍ the path taken​‍ so far or‌​‌ observe the surroundings‍‌‍ and report possible⁠​ dangers.

Even‍ those supposed dangers‌‍‌ were usually limited⁠‍ to detecting the⁠‍ presence of monsters.​​

‘It’s‍ not versatile and⁠ useless in combat.​ Although it’s helped‍‌ me a few‌‌ times during labyrinth‌‍ exploration, I definitely‌ need to learn​​ at least level‍⁠‍ two-star summoning magic.’⁠

The‌ weekly schedule was​ nearly complete, and⁠​ Dereck was sitting‌‍ alone in a corner of the‌ garden, silently watching‍ the glowing fairy.‍⁠⁠

“Well,⁠​‍ it seems Lord⁠​ Dereck has a great interest in‍ summoning magic.”

With⁠‌‌ a mischievous laugh,‌​​ Fina approached from‍‌ behind and raised‍⁠ her voice.

It​ was hard to⁠‌ believe that this‍ girl, who now‍⁠ smiled so boldly​ while calling out​ to Dereck, was⁠‌ the same necromancer‍‍‍ who, at night,​ watched everything with​ narrow, piercing eyes.‌

“Did​⁠​ you finish your⁠‌​ humanities class?”

“Of‌ course. As I said, there are‌⁠ many interesting things‌ to hear, so​ I’m quite satisfied.‌⁠​ Although it doesn’t‍‌ exactly match actual​‍ history.”

When​ Fina said that,⁠ her tone took​ on a meaningful​ nuance.

After‌ all, that girl⁠‌ had personally witnessed​‍‌ several of the‌‌‍ events considered historical.‍​‍

“Someone​⁠ could be listening.”​

“That’s​⁠ why I’m being​ so respectful, isn’t⁠‌ it? For me,​ Lord Dereck is​⁠ like a lofty​‌​ master in the⁠ heavens.”

“…You‍‌‍ seem to be‌‍‌ enjoying yourself.”

“Acting‌​ is always fun,‌​ no matter how​‌​ old you are.​⁠‍ So? How’s it​‍⁠ going? Do you‌ think you’ll be‍⁠⁠ able to break‌ through the four-star​‍ barrier?”

“…”‌

The​⁠⁠ truth was that⁠‍‍ Dereck still didn’t‌‌ fully understand it.⁠​

It‍ wasn’t a level​ that could be⁠‍⁠ reached overnight or‍‌⁠ through intuition alone—not‍‍​ even for nobles​‌⁠ of pure blood⁠ who had full⁠​ support.

Certainly,‌⁠ theoretical knowledge alone‌⁠ was not enough.‌⁠

Something‌‌⁠ else was needed.⁠⁠​ A catalyst.

‘It​ would be best⁠‌ if I could‌ consult a summoning⁠​ magic master separately,⁠ but there aren’t⁠‍ many summoners in‌ the southwestern part​ of the continent…’‍‍

Dereck​​ fell into thought.⁠‌​

‘Famous​‍ summoners in the⁠‌ southwest—Rope Gale from‍​ the Drest Society,⁠⁠‌ Pablo from the​⁠‍ Krem Guild, Viscount‍ Blythe… no others…’​​

There​‍ was one person‍‌ who couldn’t be‌​‍ left out when‌ speaking of great‍‌​ summoning masters.

The​​ Grand Duke Beltus.​‍‌

A five-star summoner, capable⁠​ of bringing forth‍ the army of‌ mountain spirits or​ even a massive⁠ magical library if​⁠ he wished.

‘…None​ of them are​‌ easy to contact.’​

“So‍⁠⁠ you plan to‍​ fill your pockets⁠‍‌ elsewhere, leaving this‍​ noble master in​‍‌ front of you‌ behind?”

“…There‌⁠‌ might be eyes‍⁠​ watching during the‍‌ day, so could‌‍ you please maintain‍ formality?”

“Really,​​ men are so⁠‍​ timid.”

The⁠ presence of a necromancer was like⁠⁠⁠ a bomb that‍⁠⁠ could wipe out​​​ an entire family.​‍​

There‌‌‌ was no harm‌ in being cautious,​​ so Dereck didn’t​ yield.

Fina,⁠ who understood Dereck’s​‌ circumstances well, gently‌‌⁠ closed her eyes,‌⁠⁠ smiled calmly, and‍‍ nodded.

“I‍​ originally had three​‌‌ other mentors.”

“I‍‍ thought you only​‌ had good luck​​‍ with women, but‌ it seems you’re⁠ lucky with teachers​‌ too. Though of‌​ course, none would‌‌‌ have more magical‌​‌ knowledge than me.”​‌⁠

“Well…”​‌⁠

“…Was⁠⁠⁠ that a joke?”⁠‌

Even​‌ if one of⁠‌ them had been​ a beggar from⁠ the slums or​​​ Katia, Dereck’s third‍ teacher was someone‍‌ who could rival​‍ the legendary Necromancer‍‍ Fina.

That‌ was also the​ reason why Dereck’s‍‍ search magic surpassed​‍ that of ordinary‍‍ mages.

Fina‍ watched Dereck’s reaction‍​ silently, then frowned.​‌

“That⁠‌​ hurts my pride.”⁠‌

“…”‍​

“Who⁠‌⁠ the hell could‍​‍ it be?”

As​⁠​ she said that,​ Fina was about‌‍ to flash a seductive smile.

Tap,‍ tap!

Delbriton,​ who always valued‍⁠⁠ dignity and usually⁠​‍ walked calmly, suddenly‍ became alarmed and‌‌ ran toward where⁠​​ Dereck was.

He​ didn’t even care​⁠‍ that his antique⁠​​ monocle swung from‍⁠ its chain; he​​⁠ ran full speed,‌ breathing heavily.

“Ugh…⁠​ huff… I was‍ in the garden,‍‍ Baron.”

“Is​⁠ something wrong?”

“Lady​ Aiselin has fainted.”⁠

At‌ those words, even⁠ Dereck—who rarely showed‍​‍ surprise—couldn’t help but‌‍⁠ widen his eyes‌ for a moment.⁠‍

***‍​⁠

Squeak,‍‍​ squeak.

Bang!‌

Aiselin,‌ her face flushed⁠⁠ red, lay on⁠‌‌ the bed, letting‌‌‍ out small whimpering​‍ sounds as she⁠ slept.

The⁠ servant in charge⁠​ of medical duties‍ was watching the​​‌ situation beside the⁠‍ bed, and when‍ he saw Dereck‌⁠⁠ burst into the​ room, he quickly​ bowed his head.‌

“Baron.”‍

“Report⁠ the situation.”

“The‍‌ butler found her‍ unconscious in her⁠‌ room. I rushed‌ over immediately and⁠‌ administered basic medical​‌‌ treatment.”

Dereck​​ strode in and⁠ examined Aiselin’s condition.​‌‍

She‌‌‍ didn’t seem to‌‍ be in immediate⁠ danger. However, she‌​​ was sweating slightly,​‍ and her complexion‍​‌ was quite pale.​‍⁠

“It’s‍⁠‌ exhaustion. Sometimes, those⁠‍‍ who devote themselves​‍ entirely to work‌ don’t even notice⁠ their bodies are‍​‌ deteriorating.”

“There‍ doesn’t seem to⁠‌​ be any risk‌⁠ to her life‌‍ or any serious⁠​ aftereffects.”

“Yes,‍ that’s correct. Once‌‍‍ the fever subsides,​ she should regain‌⁠‌ consciousness soon.”

The​‌ servant said only‍‍ that before retreating‌‌‍ to the edge‌ of the room.‍

“…”⁠⁠

Dereck⁠​​ silently watched Aiselin,‌​ who had yet⁠⁠ to wake, and​ let out a deep sigh.

Then⁠ he sat down‍​ on the wooden‍⁠‍ chair beside the⁠​‍ bed, resting his⁠‍⁠ hands on his‍ knees, lost in​‌​ thought.

Thinking‌‍​ about it, it⁠ was more surprising​ that Aiselin hadn’t​​⁠ collapsed from overwork‌​‍ sooner.

However,​​​ Aiselin was such​‌⁠ a strong and​⁠ steadfast person that​​‍ he had thought⁠⁠ she could endure​‌‍ it easily.

Although‍‌ it was clearly‌⁠ unreasonable, her ever-smiling‌ face and her‌ ability to handle‍‌‌ everything smoothly made‍​ it hard to⁠‍ notice any signs‌‌ of strain. She‍ was always looking‍‌‍ for more tasks⁠‍ to take on.‍‍⁠

But‍ one thing must‍‌‌ never be forgotten—the​⁠ physical and mental⁠⁠⁠ strength of a person is a resource that gets‌‍ consumed.

Even‍ though he knew​​‌ that, he had⁠ believed Aiselin was‍​ an exception.

If‍⁠ sacrifice and dedication⁠​ are taken for⁠‍⁠ granted, the organization‍⁠​ will eventually collapse.​⁠

Dereck‍​ realized he had​‌​ made a very​⁠‍ basic mistake as‌​ a leader.

“…”​

Dereck​ was not very‌⁠​ expressive with his​ emotions.

However,‍‍‍ there was a distinct seriousness in‍ the way he‌⁠‌ sat silently, pressing⁠​ his knees with‍‌ his hands.

The‍ servants, noticing the⁠⁠‌ heaviness in his⁠⁠‍ expression, could only⁠‍‌ bow their heads,​​⁠ unsure of what‍ to do.

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